Love Poetry by Abu Al-Qasim Al-Shabi
Abu Al-Qasim Al-Shabi expresses:
You are sweet as childhood, as laughter,
Words like honey, like the dawn anew,
Like the joyful sky, like a bright moonlit night,
Like roses, like the smiles of the infant.
Oh, what tenderness and beauty you possess,
And the youthful bliss that is so enriching.
Oh, what purity you inspire in the troubled heart,
Resurrecting hope in the life of the weary soul.
Your delicate charm nearly lifts the stones,
What are you? Are you Venus,
Float amongst people, reviving youth and joy
For the heavy-hearted world.
Or is a heavenly angel sent to earth
To breathe life back into the spirit of enduring peace?
You, what you are, a beautiful painting,
A genius work of the art of existence.
You embody the mystery and depth
And the sacred beauty that we revere.
You are the dawn of magic,
Illuminating my heart in its entirety.
It shows him life in elegant beauty,
Revealing the mysteries of eternity.
You are the spirit of spring, gliding through the world,
Making the flowers sway with joy.
Life seems intoxicated by perfume,
And all existence reverberates with song,
Whenever my eyes catch sight of you walking,
With a rhythm patent as a melody.
My heart beats for life as flowers bloom in the fields of my days,
And my weary soul is uplifted by love,
Singing like an eager nightingale.
You revive what has perished in my once joyful heart,
And build anew in the ruins of my spirit
All that faded in my past life of dreams.
You instill the tenderness of yearning and dreams,
And the rustle of heart and passion in my anthem,
After the gloom of my days has embraced
My heart, suffocating my song.
You are a ballad among ballads, sung by the divine singer,
My master in poetry.
Your youth ignites the magic,
And the melody of passion along with the fragrance of roses.
Beauty dances in holy rhythms
To the songs of existence, and in the horizon of your spirit,
Weighty songs and the grace of melodies sway.
You swayed in the cosmos like a melody,
A genius of imagination in sweet song.
Drunken steps filled with hymns,
A voice echoing like a distant pipe,
And a figure almost articulating melodies
In every rise and fall.
Everything is meticulously composed in you, even
The touch of the waist and the sway of the bosom.
You are life in its sacred essence,
In its enchanting, unique magic.
You are life in the tenderness of
The dawn, in the beauty of a newborn spring.
You are life in every moment,
In the freshness of a new youth.
You are life, within you,
In your eyes lie the verses of its extending magic.
You are a universe of songs and dreams,
Magic and expansive imagination.
You stand above imagination, poetry, and art,
Above wisdom and beyond limits.
You are my sanctuary, my temple, and my sunrise,
My spring, my bliss, and my eternity.
Oh daughter of light! I alone
Have seen the wonder of the divine.
Let me live in your soothing shade
And near the beauty that is celebrated.
A life for beauty, art, and inspiration,
Purity, radiance, and devotion.
In the manner of a celibate, I call upon the divine,
In the ecstasy of profound amazement.
Please grant me peace and joy, oh light of my awaited day;
And have mercy on me, for I have crumbled in the edifice
Of despair and engulfing darkness.
Rescue me from sorrow; for last night,
I could not bear this life.
In life’s throes of time and death, I tread
Under the heavy burdens of existence.
I am led with the masses, while my soul crumbles,
And my heart resembles a broken universe.
It is a darkness that has no end, a horror,
Widespread in its unmoving stillness.
And if the whim of humankind overly stirs me,
I smile in sadness and stillness.
A smile bitter as if I am extracting
From the thorns of withering roses.
Bring forth joy into my feelings, oh fleeting world,
And wear my tired resolution.
Ignite warmth in my blood, so I may
Sing again with hope, a song renewed.
And breathe existence into my heart,
A captive nightingale bound with iron.
For the beautiful dawn refreshes with warmth,
The life of the broken and weary.
Rescue me, for I have grown weary of my darkness;
Rescue me, for I am tired of my stillness.
Oh, my beautiful flower, if only you knew
What has changed in my lonely heart.
Within my strange heart, entire worlds are born,
From magic, with a unique beauty,
Shining suns and bright stars
Scatter light in vast spaces.
A spring-like scene that resembles the poet’s dream
In the intoxication of happy youth,
A garden that knows no dark shadows,
Nor the storms of relentless autumn.
And magical birds resonate
With delightful tunes.
Palaces that resemble the blush of twilight
Or the blooming bright dawn.
And delicate clouds softened,
Like blossoms wafting from scattered flowers.
A poetic life that, to me, seems
To be an image of the lives of the immortal.
All of this is constructed by the magic of your eyes,
And the inspiration of your revered beauty.
It is forbidden for you to destroy what
Beauty has built in the cherished heart.
And it is forbidden for you to crush any soul
Aspiring for a flourishing life,
From which it hopes for happiness not found
In the life of the mundane and the magic of existence.
For the Almighty does not condemn His servant,
If he is rich in the glory of surrender.